Baggies are a pain in the ass !!! Ill pay $5 extra for it to come vialed, or, whatever.
Rave, you sound just like me cept im starting on the etiz train now. Muscle pain and bedridden-ness gone. Also social anxiety. And my doocs SUCK too. Useless so far. Also, long term opioid use = lack of testosterone. FYI.
What are the symptoms of low testosterone. I have a feeling that mine is way too high haha.
Isn't it frustrating, how miserably terrible the doctors are. They SUCK ASS at their jobs, I've been to like 10. They can't deal with my problems at all. I can self medicate so much better from doing a little research and getting finding some legit drug hookups, which is laughable. The dream is to get the fuck out of this country and move someplace I can pay a doc off for some valium, ativan, xanax, and percocet. Maybe a nice tropical island. Maybe somewhere where they will actually make an effort to research and study what is wrong with me, and do various tests rather than the bare minimum. Maybe actually figure out how to fix this horrific, saddening pain problem. I have truly been through HELL.
I asked for hormone checks, the doctors response was "why are you requesting these expensive health tests?" Ummm because my body is FUCKED and I want to make sure everything's ok with me, asshole? This free health care system is bullshit, and it's not even free cause the meds still cost a damned fortune. I never knew how bad it was until I got chronic pain. If I ever broke a bone, I'd be treated fine.
I use around 5mg of oxycodone a day -
at most 10mg and I've been doing this for a long time since I have excruciating chronic pain in my spine. The etizolam doesn't quite mask my crippling pain issues, but it works wonders on the extreme chronic panic attacks I developed as a result of horrible fucking medical "care" - I'd prefer to call it medical harm done by doctors. I started getting panic attacks after enduring unbearable stress when I was hopelessly seeking help for my pain, suffering 24/7 truly in hell all the while losing my career from the pain, I lost a lot. For two years I did nothing but suffer in agony. Then I had my very first psychotic break. I had to quit smoking pot which sucked balls, I used to be a huge pothead and those were the glory days. Can't touch the stuff now, ever since I went nuts.
Anyways, I'm much more concerned about the effects of my etizolam use on my body than my oxycodone use. Doesn't exercise increase testosterone anyway; I can only exercise after a percocet or I'd never be able to. If I was taking, say 30mg oxycodone or more a day, then I'd be a bit more concerned about that. 6mg of etizolam daily is quite a lot though. I try to take other benzos that don't have the prolactin effect, but they just don't have the same therapeutic value of etizolam. It's such an awesome medicine, it brings me down from panicking out of my mind to a chill state of mind, and it relieves my back pain just a little bit which is something to say.
I'd really like to try valium, that's the one I haven't been able to track down yet. I hear it's a great muscle relaxant. A valium + etizolam combo treatment seems like it might be awesome for me.
And etizolams works
really well with these low doses of oxycodone. I'm functioning better than ever, really, and I feel upbeat, energetic, although the pain is still there I don't give as much of a fuck about it and it's definitely lessened in sensation. I'm still pretty fucked from it and I have to lay down a lot, but I've come a long way. Just the fact that I can walk around is something to say.
They were complacent about my chronic pain, given me fuckin anti-inflams for two years, all the while going back begging for mercy to no avail. Going back again and again, coming to resent those doctor monkeys. I eventually had a psychotic break because I had an existential crisis since I used to be an engineer and I was reduced to doing absolutely nothing with my life other than smoke pot and drink beer all day. I wasn't satisfied with that, and I went broke when I used to be making a lot. Then I was prescribed
seroquel of all things... like I was schizophrenic and they wanted me to consider checking myself into a mental institution.
After a few months of listening to them (being braindead from the seroquel didn't help) I got the fuck off that filth of a drug and ever since my life has been back on track. Getting straight A's in grad school feels great, after wasting two years of my life suffering. All I needed was a little benzos and oxy, wish I would have known. This could have been prevented by more compassionate, less ignorant, and... well let's face it, these doctors were motherfuckin scum to me. Who the fuck puts someone with extreme anxiety and chronic spine pain on seroquel and sends them on their way, recommended bullshit pseudo treatments like physiotherapy and acupuncture which would
never in a million years help one bit... although I do like my chinese cupping to be honest, not that it does all that much. It's pretty chill and relaxing, and I dare say trippy... even if it doesn't do much for my pain.
If somebody would tell me what country has the best health care in the world that would be nice of you, because that is where I need to be. It sure as hell isn't Canada, this place is a hellhole for health care.